The God-Damn Bra
I sat on the couch trying to balance the dinner plate on my lap. I shifted my butt cheeks, first left and then right. Involuntarily, I took a bite of my Pizza. The hot cheese burned the top of my mouth, instantly, shriveling the skin. I dropped the pizza splattering some of the tomato sauce on my sweatpants and felt the top of my mouth first with my ton…
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